"He asked, 'Are you asking me if I want you right or wrong?'"
"Is there no 'right' way to you?"
He stopped walking. His throat tight, his hands locked deep into his jacket pockets, he stared into her eyes.
Allowing his despairing anger to burst through another dead-end, he said urgently, 'Tell me you haven't felt what I've felt? Tell me you can walk away from me and not die inside more each day By God! Tell me!'"